A road so old, so dark – a trail where the damned walk
I've reached the gates of Schattentor
Here under this sycamore – lies buried my claymore
Through long absence I have not been here

Now armed with dagger, sword and bow – a thief will never let you know
That he is blamed to be the source – the bringer of an evil curse
That he is evil, honourless – never crave a good a fight
Yes I'm a thief, a larcenist – a creature of the night

Torches guide my way to Schattentor – where wandering souls forlorn
For god my soul will wander alone
Will wander alone

I'm a thief who never learned to fear – often quiet when you come near
My life is all I hold dear – I am well paid for the bloodstains long
For robbins the wicked – and sending them where they belong

The guardian knights next to arrive – no, they will leave me alive
I saw their horses through the trees – heard their pantiong through the leaves
Rumble, rumble through the grass – through villages they pass
And over hills to find the thief – known far and wide

Torches guide my way to Schattentor...

I am the thief known far – the thief known far and wide
Know places I can hide – to flude a guard or enemy very close
For I am swift and cleverer than the most – the people don't know what I'm inside